Fourth Time Around

Written by：Bob Dylan

When she said

Don't waste your words they're just lies

I cried she was deaf

And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes

Then said what else you got left

It was then that I got up to leave

But she said don't forget

Everybody must give something back

For something they get

I stood there and hummed

I tapped on her drum and asked her how come

And she buttoned her boot

And straightened her suit

Then she said don't get cute

So I forced my hands in my pockets

And felt with my thumbs

And gallantly handed her

My very last piece of gum

She threw me outside

I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked

And after finding I'd

Forgotten my shirt

I went back and knocked

I waited in the hallway she went to get it

And I tried to make sense

Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair

That leaned up against

Her jamaican rum

And when she did come I asked her for some

She said no dear

I said your words aren't clear

You'd better spit out your gum

She screamed till her face got so red

Then she fell on the floor

And I covered her up and then

Thought I'd go look through her drawer

And when I was through

I filled up my shoe

And brought it to you

And you you took me in

You loved me then

You never waste time

And I I never took much

I never asked for your crutch

Now don't ask for mine